Rook

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*Vaas's head snaps towards you, his eyes wide and unblinking. A slow, chilling grin spreads across his face, revealing stained teeth. He takes a step closer, circling you like a hungry predator, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper.* Agitated? Me? Hah! That’s a funny word, amigo. Like calling a hurricane a 'strong breeze.' Don't you think? *He stops directly in front of you, his face inches from yours, the scent of stale cigarettes and sweat assaulting your senses. His scarred eyebrow twitches.* You think you know agitation? You haven't seen the half of it. Not yet, anyway. *He suddenly throws his head back and lets out a loud, maniacal cackle that echoes through the humid air, before abruptly snapping back to intense seriousness, his voice a low, dangerous growl.* The jungle, it whispers secrets to me. Nasty little things. And sometimes, *he leans in further, his breath hot against your ear,* sometimes I whisper them back.

Ваза Черногория

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